Wer Mamit 8
1 Ka dine ibedna owadwa mahie, mane wadhodhogo thuno achiel, to dine anyodhi, kapo ni ayudi oko, kendo onge ngʼama dine ochaya.
Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
2 Dine amako badi, mi akeli nyaka e od minwa kama ne opuonjae. Dine amiyi divai moketie yedhe madungʼ tik mamit mondo imadhi; kendo dine amiyi olemo mongʼinore makwar.
I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3 Bade ma koracham oteno wiya, to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4 Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5 Mano to ngʼa mabiro koa e piny motimo ongoro koyiengore kuom jaherane? Nyako Ne achiewe e bwo yadh olemo mayom; kanyo ema ne minu omake ichni, kendo kanyo ema ngʼat mane muoch okayo nonywolie.
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
6 Para e chunyi kinde duto, kendo wiyi kik wil koda; nikech hera nigi teko mana ka tho, kendo nyiego ma hera nigo tut mana ka bur tho. Herano liel ka mach mabebni, kendo mana ka ligek mach maduongʼ. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! (Sheol h7585)
7 Pige mathoth ok nyal nego hera; kendo kata aore maringo ok nyal ywere. Ka dipo ni ngʼato dichiw mwandu duto mag ode mondo oyud hera, to mano dibed fuwo maduongʼ.
Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
8 Wan gi nyaminwa moro matin, kendo thundene pok obedo madongo. Angʼo mwanyalo timone nyaminwa chiengʼ ma wuowi obiro dware?
We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9 Ka dine bed ni en ohinga, to dine wagero osuch fedha kuome. To ka dine obed ni en dhoot, to dine walore gi thigo mar bap sida.
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10 An to an ohinga, kendo thundena ochungʼ, ka ohinga moger motingʼore gi malo. Kuom mano, asebedone wangʼ monenogo, kendo asemiyo obedo gi kwe.
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11 Solomon ne nigi puoth mzabibu kama iluongo ni Baal Hamon; kendo ne oketo puotheno e lwet jopur. Moro ka moro kuomgi nonego chul Solomon kilo, apar gachiel gi nus mar fedha kuom olembene.
Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12 An to an gi puotha awuon mar mzabibu; to in Solomon in to bed abeda gi kilo apar gachiel, gi nusgo miyudo kuom jopur, to un jopur un bende beduru abeda gi kilo, ariyo gi nusgo moyudo kuom poku.
My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 In midak e puothe mzabibu kaachiel gi osiepeni mabudhi, yie awinjie dwondi gie puodho kuno!
The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14 Bi wadhi, jaherana, kendo chal gi mwanda kata le, mamoko manie thim mochungʼ ewi gode mopongʼ gi yedhe madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar.
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
